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“Let me oil you up.” It wasn’t a question, but I wouldn’t have disagreed anyhow. I didn’t mean to sway back against him, but something in his tone pulled me in. My ass met his thighs, and my back felt the warmth of his chest. My head nodded, and his hands smoothed over my hips and up my sides. I was wearing my favorite bubblegum pink bikini with a black lacey cover-up over it. It did nothing to actually cover my body but made me feel less naked.
Alfy’s fingers burned a hot trail as he moved them to my shoulders and peeled the cover-up back. This was the first time he’d undressed me, and the moment felt so heavy and dangerous. There would be no going back once we crossed this line. The Vegas sun felt like a spotlight on our inappropriate relationship. The Wet N Wild crowd took no notice of the careful line we’d been toeing. When he made a small approving sound in the back of his throat, I thanked my lucky stars that Randi couldn’t make this trip.
Alfred And Kayla’s Wet N Wild Summer Vacation
I turned to face him. The gentle knowing smile I expected to see on his face wasn’t there. Instead, lust pulled his jaw tight, and there was a steady tick in his jaw. For a moment, we just stared, taking each other in. I couldn’t see his eyes traveling my skin, but I felt his gaze as strongly as if he licked me over the swell of my tits and down to the toned lines of my stomach. Heat pooled in my core and leaked into my pink bottoms. “Lay down, Kaykay.”
I was grateful he broke the spell and turned to lay on the sun-soaked lounger. It was half-moon shaped and big enough for four people. Alfred climbed up on his knees and pulled the shade up so that it covered us from the prying eyes of the park’s guests. I heard him squirt oil into his palm and hummed when both of his hands grasped my calves. His thumb kneaded the muscles as he worked his way up to the back of my thighs. My heart rate sky rocketed when those thumbs skimmed the clef under where my ass met my thighs. I felt him shifting as he moved up to straddle the back of my legs. It was no surprise when I felt the hard ridge of his erection poked at my ass crack. He didn’t comment, so neither did I.
His slippery hands worked up my spine and back down again over my sides. “You tempt me daily.” He growled, almost as if to himself. My cheek rested on my folded forearms, and I wasn’t sure if he could see my smile. His hips arched forward, pressing his cock into my bikini bottoms until the fabric folded into the crease. I gasped this time. He was thick and so hard, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against it.
Promises Should Be Kept
Next, his hand pushed between my ribs and the soft cushion of the lounger. They moved up to squeeze my tits, and his lips were at my ear again. “Do you have any idea the number of times I’ve had to pause work because you’ve caused my cock to demand attention?” I shook my head but imagined it was as often as my pussy had ached for him. He rolled my stiffened nipples between his fingers, plucking the fabric, which only scratched at the tender tips. A moan slipped from my lips, and I pushed back against him even harder.
“I’m sorry.” I lied. He chuckled and nipped my earlobe. All of Wet N Wild faded into the background. I could think of and feel nothing except for all of the points where his body was in contact with mine.
“You will be, my little cock tease.” It wasn’t a threat; Alfy was making me a promise. “You will be.”
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